Not Russian in Russia, trying to speak
Why am I here
In Russia?
In fucking Russia
I walk up the stairs wishing there was more that I could do
Than spit
I said let’s talk
She said no I don’t want to
I don’t understand this
I’m a foreigner I’m supposed to be interesting
But apparently I’m not and the Olympics are as
Far away as anyone who could count could guess
I want to be the strongest speaker
I want to dress like a Russian man
In everything black
And pretend I’m no different
Because this way I’ll never feel a part of it
The Italian girls
They say they like my curly hair
And I believe them
Because Italians seem honest
and I don’t trust the Russians.
